Nat King Cole and nearly every other singer on the planet has, at one time or another, placed a love song or two in their playlist.
We sing about love, we revere it, we even build great monuments to it. But what are we doing to perpetuate it?
Love is not self-sustaining.
It needs to be coddled and nurtured, like a newborn baby. It is just as frail and helpless if left unattended. A human baby is the only species that will die if left on its own.
Food and water are not enough.
I think the best thing I could wish on someone is that they find someone who looks at them the way my soulmate Karen looked at me on June 21st, 1987, as we stood in the dappled Santa Barbara sunlight in the lush botanical gardens.
"With this ring I thee wed and join my life with yours."
That incessant need to be near her has not lessened a bit in our nearly four decades after finding each other.
If anything, it's stronger.
This short-short story I included in my book EMOTIONS: Not your Mama's ABC's! is about a couple completely consumed by the emotion.
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Powerless
Sean Keaton is madly in love with Kelly O'Hara. How does he know? How will he ever know?
He knows because he curses the days, hours, even minutes that they are apart. He knows because he physically aches for her touch. Her elegant neck simply adorned with an emerald necklace; her green eyes dancing as her crimson curls laugh around her soft white shoulders. Yes, Sean Keaton is very much in love. He could hardly wait to see her tonight.
Kelly O'Hara is madly in love with Sean Keaton. No questions here. Kelly has lived within two blocks of Sean her entire life, all twenty-two years of it. She doesn't exactly remember when it happened, only that it did happen, and she has loved Sean deeply for as long as she can remember. She was flooded with excitement and anticipation of seeing her love tonight.
Their eyes met and the entire world melted away.
She moved with the sexual power and grace of a predatory feline. Sean was mesmerized. As Kelly glided ever closer, Sean extended his hand. Kelly clasped it and placed it gently, lovingly, on her heaving chest. Their eyes locked in a knowing gaze and Sean could feel Kelly's sweet, warm breath as her pulled her closer.
Kelly was wearing a dark-blue Armani power suit that puddled on the floor. Both lovers worked frantically trying to undress each other. Time stood still amidst a flurry of torn silk, ripped buttons, and exposed flesh. Kelly ripped the snug t-shirt off Sean's tight pecs, exposing his six-pack abs and eliciting an appreciative sigh from Kelly. Her eyes widened in excitement. She raked her long French nails across his rippled muscles.
The two stood before each other, fully exposed and fully in love beyond words. Sean's eager, hot lips parted Kelly's and he tenderly explored her mouth with his silky tongue. He furiously grabbed her backside with both of his large hands. He pulled her tighter. Closer…
Kelly was absolutely incendiary. She reached for the hardest part of Sean and slowly knelt before him. Sean's eyes rolled as he gasped out Kelly's name. Oh Kelly, Kelly, Kelly….
Kelly rose, winked at Sean, and smiled.
Sean could wait no longer. He lifted Kelly, inserted himself, and began rocking her in a rhythmic, animalistic dance. Their sweaty bodies climaxed simultaneously as trains collided, surf crashed to shore, and Sean and Kelly consummated their undying love.
As the two lovers dressed, Sean peered around the corner, catching the eye of a pretty young blonde.
"Waitress, Sean said. I think we're ready to order now"
I love coming to this restaurant.
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